"Being in love with him, man, not fun," she shrugs her shoulders as she popped another mint in her mouth.

"Then, why?" I asked. "Why do you still love him?"

"You see, things aren't always easy. You'll get hurt and betrayed and victimized by this cruel world, but him- he's my type of ouch. He's my type of hurt," she responds pulling her beanie closer to her eyebrows.

"I'll never understand you," I whisper.

"Nobody will," her final words as she strolled down the street with a tin of mints in her hand and an unrequited love in her heart.
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Just me trying to make myself feel better. Had a long day, but don't we all have them once in a while? Everything's fine, my lovelies. If it's not, it will be <3